It felt like returning to the scene of an accident. Earlier in our Irish adventure we visited St. Patrick’s well, but on the way there, we accidentally hit a curb and had a flat tire. We made it to the well and parked, but it took hours to get help. Budget rental car, from whom we purchased full coverage and roadside assistance, was absolutely no help. It was an extremely stressful visit.

On that day I had plenty of time to sit by the soothing spring and meditate. It is a peaceful magical spot, especially so if you are in distress. The objects left by those seeking favor lend a mystical quality to the experience.

Today we ate in a nearby pub in Belcoo, and decided to bring our daughter and son in law for a quick visit. There are no accidents or mishaps to contend with. Just a pleasant family outing to a local pilgrimage site.

The kids are fascinated by the Milagros and offerings that line the trees. After taking time to look and walk the paths around the spring, we walk the pilgrimage route across the high weeds and through a rusty gate. We cross an old country road into the nearby cemetery and church ruins.

A stone altar sits quietly amongst the headstones. Someone has placed a small bunch of plants atop the ancient stone. It seems this place, like much of Ireland is a mix of pagan, Christian, and secular world views vying for existence.

I smile as I watch our children explore with the excitement of youth. Cars drive by the ancient walls and livestock moan in the distance calling for their dinner.

An abandoned church, an overgrown cemetery…yet evidence of human interaction as small tokens and remembrances reveal themselves in the most unexpected places.

This is Ireland. Perhaps the reason we return frequently. This mix of old and new. Common and mystical. Tradition alive and yet crumbling. I feel like I can touch the past. That it is tangible and yet somehow just out of reach.

I stand here in the field next to the Holy Well and listen. My children’s laughter. The wind in the tall grass. The rippling of the spring fed brook. I feel full…complete. Perhaps the well has healing properties after all.